Page 123 of Riordan's Revenge

I drooped on the bike, breathing hard, still wanting more.

It was too much and not enough.

“Need ye inside me,” I begged.

Riordan undid his jeans and freed his cock. Gave himself a stroke while moving in on me.

His mouth met mine. “Going to fuck you over my bike now. New kink unlocked.”

“I thought your kink was tying me up?”

“My only kink is you.”

He thrust into me. Both of us groaned out loud in the fresh air. Holding my hips, he withdrew then buried himself deep. Like with using his mouth on me, Riordan didn’t wait around. He drove into me, filling me and hitting a place deep inside that only he ever had.

The bike creaked under us at the rhythm he set. Rough from the start. Hard and fast and over and over until the coiling heat of a fresh orgasm ignited.

He knew, of course he knew. Riordan smiled and fucked me harder, the pace the same but the pressure more until I cursed his name and came for a second time.

“Good girl. My bike feels honoured to have you dripping all over its engine. Now I want a third.”

Pulling out of me, he flipped me around so my boots were on the ground and the rest of me face down on the motorbike. I expected him to enter me again, filling my pussy which had barely finished throbbing from the second orgasm. Instead, his mouth took ownership of me from behind. His tongue glided up and down and in.

He knew me so well. Knew how to play and tease and torment until I was a writhing mess, gripping the saddle under me. Right as I was careening to another crash, he relented and fucked into me once more.

“Need to feel this one on my dick.”

His palms moulded my cheeks. He thickened inside me while he took off like a rocket to chase what we both needed. At last, he throbbed, and that incredible sensation set me off for a third time. Silently, I spasmed on his dick, and he groaned and stilled, coming inside me with undisguised relief.

Then he draped over my back, buried deep and breathing hard.

“I love ye so much,” I managed to say. Though exhaustion threatened to melt my bones, I needed him to know.

Riordan stilled and pulled me upright, withdrawing so he could turn me in his arms. Those beautiful green eyes held mine.

“I will never get over the fact you love me, Cassie. You’re so beautiful. You’re perfect. You should know?—”

I put a finger to his lips. My hand trembled. He couldn’t say he cared about me in the same way.

I couldn’t explain myself either.

For a beat, he held still, as if my unspoken request weighed down on him. Then he kissed my hand and set his forehead to mine. “Let’s go home.”

I hoped to the gods that I could fix myself to make that a forever kind of deal.

We returnedto the warehouse and joined my family for a drink in Divine, the club closed to the public as it was after hours. Riordan fitted in well with them. Struan even smiled at him once, something I never saw him do with outsiders.

Arran and a steely-faced group of skeleton crew returned a little after we did, Tyler one of the party.

The enforcer joined us. “All good with that information I gave you?”

It took me a second to work out what he meant. For over a week, I’d set my mother’s story on the backburner, other matters taking over, but I nodded. “It was. Thanks for the help.”

“Let me know if you need anything more.”

He left us for Arran’s office. Down the bar, Jamieson snorted.

“Hey, Riot, stop trying to murder Tyler with your eyes.”

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